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| A true story. What a jerk! "Minimalize her feelings. Tell her she's silly, that it won't crawl out from under the back seat. Then grab her leg when she's calmed down a bit. No wonder we weren't married long. |
At the end of the game, the king and the pawn both go back in the same box.—Italian proverb
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ReplyDeleteExpertise catching 63-inch long bull snakes or disregarding another's fears and feelings? Yes, that was the old me back in the early 1970s, didn't want to gloss over that fact. I was who I was.
Deletearchival gold. what was the year?
ReplyDeleteIt must have about 1967 or '68. I was driving my folk's black and white, four-door, 1959 Chevy Biscayne with its rear 'wings' and gigantic trunk; still have the snake's skin here above my writing desk.
DeleteWW has mellowed. He even respects the feelings of snakes.
ReplyDeleteUntil I didn't, having discovered a garter snake just within our walk-in basement door. I then chose to remove or dissuade them from habitation in the house, or without the house, to a respectful distance and humanely relocate them than kill them, although a great many people would think it stupid. I sprayed the foundation recesses of my house and a ten-foot wide band around it with Dawn Dish Washing liquid, four tablespoons of table salt, and a gallon of vinegar, heavily impregnating every square foot of the area with the Internet's brand of snake repellent. Then diligently captured about 20 of them; a few each day, in a 42-gallon plastic garbage can from down in which they looked up, confused, and try as they might couldn't escape. I took them for a little ride to a neighbors farm field ditch and released them as a sequel to those many years ago when catching a bull snake in a ditch, lead ultimately to its death.
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